The Sense Of Truth No Matter How

I Have Been Thinking About The Girl I Met Last Night In The Mirror: Dark On The Marble-ivory White: Glossy Black Hair: Deep Suspiring Eyes In Which One's Glances Sink Because They Are Nervous, Curious, Turned To Sexual Curiosity.

Guilt Always Hurries Towards Its Complement, Punishment: Only There Does Its Satisfaction Lie.

We Should Tackle Reality In A Slightly Jokey Way, Otherwise We Miss Its Point.

Love Joins And Then Divides. How Else Would We Be Growing?

There Is No Pain Compared To That Of Loving A Woman Who Makes Her Body Accessible To One And Yet Who Is Incapable Of Delivering Her True Self -- Because She Does Not Know Where To Find It.